The Conquest of the Dragon-Wolf Cap 15 (Patreon)

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“Do you want me to use Ned Stark to uncover Baelish's plans?” Cersei asked Daemon, who was sitting across from her. He simply responded with a slight nod and a smile, causing her to ask him in confusion. “Wouldn't it be easier if I worked with him? After all, he's your uncle, and he also knows your true identity, right?”

“He does, but I have a feeling that old Ned isn't the best when it comes to scheming and plotting. It will be easier for you and more convenient for us if you simply use him in the way that best suits our purposes while he quietly carries out his duties as Hand of the King without suspecting anything.”

“I suppose there's no need to ask what your goals are, right?” Cersei asked him.

“I only wish to recover what was taken from me and reclaim my rightful position as King,” Daemon said, but his soft words did not match his grim smile. “But I still don't have the necessary tools. Even with the armies of the North and the Riverlands at my side, it will be very difficult to reconquer the continent. I have to wait for Frostfire to grow enough to at least be ridden. The sight of a Targaryen riding a dragon will be enough for many Houses of Westeros to remember their old allegiances and change sides.”

“How long do you think that will take?” Cersei asked him.

“As long as it takes. A dragon never stops growing until it dies. So, the more time that passes, the better. Although it could actually take months or even years, hopefully it won't be too long,” Daemon said somewhat resignedly. “But in the meantime, I don't plan to sit around doing nothing. I will soon leave for Essos to reunite with the rest of my family.”

“You mean Prince Viserys and Princess Daenerys?” Cersei asked again.

“That's right. Apparently, they haven't had it easy in exile, especially thanks to your husband,” Daemon pointed out accusingly.

“Even if I had tried, he wouldn't have listened to me,” Cersei said defensively. “He is completely obsessed with exterminating all the Targaryen’s.”

“Oh, I'm sure that's why you never protested against the idea of sending assassins after an innocent child, Daemon said sarcastically, not believing her words at all. “Anyway, none of that matters. Somehow Daenerys managed to survive all this time, and nothing will stop me from getting to her. And once we're reunited, I'll have the perfect princess by my side.”

“You plan to take her as your wife?” Cersei asked him again.

And this time Daemon raised an eyebrow at the obviousness of the question, but answered her anyway.

“Of course, she is my closest relative and a true Targaryen princess. And on top of that, she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, she has all the qualities to be my Queen.”

“How do you know she is beautiful?” Cersei said before pointing out, “You have never seen her. It has been years since Robert had a report on the Targaryen princes. They may even be dead.”

Daemon sighed at how stupid and limited common people could be. He found it truly curious and amusing how people like Catelyn Stark and Cersei Lannister could see themselves as “noble” and “proud” Ladies of the Kingdom, but to him, they were nothing more than glorified whores who were pretty enough to catch his attention. The moment he grew bored of them or they lost their beauty after bearing enough children for him, Daemon would not hesitate to cast them aside and find new lovers, much younger and more beautiful, to entertain him.

That was where they differed from Daenerys. His aunt was the only other person similar to him. She was his blood, a descendant of Old Valyria, just like him. No matter how many lovers he had, they were all disposable, and the same went for the other wives he planned to take; they were all replaceable. But Daenerys would always be by his side. She would be his Queen, his wife, his only love. But until he had her by his side, he would have to have these kinds of conversations with someone like Cersei Lannister, conversations he had already grown tired of.

“I think I've had enough of listening to your voice, Lannister. So why don't you put that mouth of yours to better use and come here and suck my cock,” Daemon said firmly.

“What?” the blonde said in astonishment.

“Are you going to make me repeat myself?” Daemon said threateningly.

Despite still being a little bewildered by his abrupt change and sudden order, Cersei did not hesitate to do as she was told and quickly stood up and began to walk toward him, but before she could take the first step, Daemon stopped her.

“What do you think you're doing?” Daemon said, waiting for her response, but when she said nothing, Daemon got angry and yelled at her. “Get undressed first, you dumb whore!

Cersei wasted no time and quickly untied the straps of her dress, first revealing her large, round breasts, her areolas were large and dark pink, and her nipples were thick and stiff. The blonde shook her dress until she managed to pull it down over her wide hips, leaving her pussy exposed to him. This time with a slightly pleased smile, Daemon motioned for her to come closer, but not before adding.

“Crawl towards me.”

Cersei got on all fours and crawled toward him, settling between his legs. Raising her hands, the “Queen” of the Seven Kingdoms did not hesitate to eagerly unzip his pants, pulling them down and freeing his cock, which was quickly hardening.

“Good girl,” Daemon said with a snort.

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